Most recently, I wrote a story on the site and clarified that this is the only mysterious story that happened to me. But gradually more and more new cases emerged in my memory, which happened, if not with me, then with people next to me, whom, of course, one can totally disbelieve. But if you do not believe everyone who is next to you, then you can not believe yourself.
Today I want to tell not about my own experience, but about a story told to me by my close friends, whom I could well call a friend, if we communicated at least a little more often and if we had more common interests.
I completely want to tell you, the characteristics coincide, just to the point of strange. So I could slightly exaggerate something, but I certainly hardly lied. During one of the gatherings, he said that his grandmother turned out to be a "witch", like his great-great-grandmother - according to the classics of the genre, "gift" was passed down through the generation. True, by the time of the grandmother's life, it was not worth "bragging" for nothing - and therefore he was considered more a curse, and not something good. Be that as it may, part of the abilities were passed on to my friend's sister. Which diligently denied them and did not want to have anything to do with them. Apparently, such are her childhood impressions.
But let's move on to history. One day my sister fell ill with a serious skin disease. What no one could understand specifically about her - they called it both allergies and eczema, prescribed tons of drugs (good, then there was no commercial medicine and doctors actually treated, and did not try to increase the number of visits to them), but nothing helped … For a "marriageable girl" the skin condition was critical and the disease brought terrible suffering, not only physical, but also psychological.
This went on for several months, until one day the girl had a dream. She had this dream in the town where her grandmother lived (her grandfather had died by that time). In a dream, the girl left her house and went to her grandmother's house. And then, halfway in front of her, a hole began to appear on the road.
It looked very surreal - the thought immediately came to mind that it was not just a "hole", but a "hole in another world." Moreover, it was clearly not a "gate", but a strange and not particularly beautiful "hole". No sooner had the girl started to get scared than her dead grandfather got out of the "pit". His whole appearance said that where he came from, he was not particularly well. He was all kind of tired and tortured. He got out and immediately spoke:
- What, granddaughter, are you going to grandmother?
- Yes, to my grandmother.
Promotional video:
- It's good. She didn't have much time left. Soon to us, here to her.
There was a little silence, then the grandfather looked intently at the granddaughter.
- Are you sick, watching?
- Yes, I'm sick.
- Nothing helps?
- Not. Several months already …
- And it won't help. Listen to me. Come to grandma now, go to the garden. A wild onion grows behind the toilet. Narvi it, think and smear it with juice. Then everything will pass. There is no other way.
Having said this, he again climbed into the pit and it gradually closed.
There were both good and bad in this meeting in a dream. The juice of wild onions from the back of the garden really helped the girl - after two weeks everything went away. But my grandmother died literally two weeks later. And judging by the look and words of the grandfather, she did not go quite where we would like our deceased loved ones to go.